The first car's driver.
It was the only thought Colt had right now.
The black-haired woman in front of him, sitting in his chair, a blindfold over her right eye, bandaging her wounds with the plaster she had "borrowed" from him.
It was the driver from the first car. The exact same car that crashed itself in the building at the end of the street.

How was she not dead ?
Colt had no idea. But she was here. Alive. In front of him. Bandaging her wounds.
In fact, she still had to pay for escaping the great reaper...
And yet, it was just a sprained ankle and superficial injuries.
She just had a few bloody cuts all around her face and forearms.
It was surely another thing than him, who couldn't even stand the sight of blood, or simply having a splinter in his finger.

"Hem..." tried Colt because the silence was embarrassing him
"No."
"But..."
"I said N O." dryly answered the woman.

I only wanted to know her name, thought Colt.
Moreover, the thug's swarthy face told him something.
That patch on the right eye, those black hair in a ponytail...

"I'm not a freak, quit staring at me knot head."
"Oh hem, yeah sorry" said Colt, looking at the floor

A few minutes later, she threw all the used bandages and its empty box on the floor.
Definitely, this woman with a Spanish accent was reminding him of someone.

"Ugh... Mi tobillo..."
"Why my house ?"

The bandit raised her head with an angry look on her face.

"Didn't I just tell you to shut up ?"
"There were so many other pavilions, and you're obviously hurt. It would have been way much easier to go to the nearest house... Dontcha think ?

The criminal stayed silent for a long, long time.
But finally, her gaze turned to the cat.

"Saw it, followed it"
"Kit ??"

The black feline raised its head at the call of its name. Colt was so surprised that he remained silent. The reason he met Shelly was because he had a cat?
The apprentice policeman suddenly raised his head, he finally understood why the face of the bandit in front of him gave him this feeling of déjà-vu.
At the entrance to the police station, posted with other thugs, outlaws and murderers of all kinds.
Shelly Bandita, with a bounty around 30 gems on her head. She had made herself famous by pretending to ally with other criminal gangs and slipping away from them with a big part of their loot.

Solo villain, probably the worst. And right now, at his place, hurt
Vulnerable.

At his mercy.

"You shouldn't be staying here" said Colt, dead serious.
"Pfff, like what ? Ya gonna hurt me or somethin' ? You know, it's not cuz I'm wounded and that you're a cop that ya gonna catch me that easy idiot." she replied with an amused smirk.

Colt was flabbergasted. How the hell did she know what he was thinking ? She can read thoughts or what ? the redhead wondered.

"Don't make that face, aficionado. It's not like you have obvious clues at home".

She then pointed to a picture frame on a chest of drawers. It was the photo of Colt's first day as an apprentice, his colleagues were all in uniform.
You bet Shelly found out his job.

"I believe you got your gun somewhere" she continued.
"U-upstairs. Two pistols" replied Colt with a dry throat
"Good. So, if ya don't want me to make some red abstract artwork with your walls by busting your brain with my gun, give me yours. I may be a light sleeper, but it would be a shame if you finished me off. And anyway t's not like I would give you a choice."

Colt noded. He knew he didn't stand a chance right now. So he went up the stairs with a sigh and came back down with his two six shots.
Shelly was waiting for him with his rifle pointed at him in case Colt wanted to ambush her.

"Oh, and one more thing, redhead. I'll have to stay here for a bit. So you lie low and don't drag attention to yourself. I don't want people to come to your place because "you've become weird not long ago so we came to check". You get it, it's my safety.
"Yeah, yeah. Got it..."
"And go find some blankets. It's freezing here."